A bright and sunny day lured me outside with my sketchbook and a pack of pens. When I stumbled upon an elderberry bush, I thought it would be a lovely subject for some plein air sketches.
On the south side of Chicago, I walked across snow-covered sand on an icy lakeshore. The ice that had formed where water met beach lowly creaked as water moved underneath it. The winter day was cold, but, thankfully, there was a lack of wind whose harshness would have only been magnified by traveling across Lake Michigan.